Poly butch 141 who have a bet running for who can seduce their new neighbour first... though they all know that in the end she will join them all but it beings some excitement to their civilian lives.
Maybe their darling doesn't quite know she's a lesbian yet, or well, dosent accept it. She goes on dates with men and each one has her coming home alone- each time a different 141 gal leaning on their door frame asking how her night went...
"You look real nice in those dresses, honey, wish you'd wear 'em for people who deserve them"
"Oh yeah? Well you try matching witha guy who isn't a jerk on a fucking dating app!"
"😏 that's why you go for women, sunshine"
“that’s why you go for women, sunshine.”
the easy way in which gaz had said it, the confidence behind her words as she’d stood and leant her elbows on your shared front garden fence, had the idea echoing in your mind for days to come.
you’d been tempted to delete the app all together after the last date, but maybe your neighbour was onto something. maybe you’d have better luck editing your profile and trying out a few dates with the single women in your area instead.
hell, it couldn’t hurt to try, couldn’t be much worse than the dates you’d been on recently at the very least. and it wasn’t like you’d not thought about it before, either.
you’d always shut those thoughts down before when you’d been growing up, but now? you thought about the heat that pooled when you caught your neighbours kissing, or working out in their garden, smoking on the back step or smiling at you when you got home around the same time as them. you thought about it and knew something had to be done.
mind made up, you changed a few of the details of what you were looking for on the app and refreshed it, feeling giddy instead of resigned as you swiped through the profiles.
—
a few nights later, walking back after your date hand in hand with the gorgeous woman you’d spent the last hour laughing with, you caught simon with a smoke dangling from his mouth as he took out the bins. he always pulled yours from the front garden and onto the pavement too without you asking, setting it neatly next to his for the garbage men in the morning.
watching him in his routine, pausing to take a deep drag before continuing, you suddenly felt shy, and a little bit… guilty?
it didn’t help when your date walked you to your door and smiled at you, told you how much fun she’d had and how she’d love to take you out again sometime soon.
half of your attention was on simon as he stalked back up his path, hesitating at his own door mere feet away from yours as he puffed on the last dregs of his cig before stubbing it out on the side of the fence, his eyes never leaving yours once.
you could only nod along to what she was saying, distracted by the grimace pulling at his scarred lips until suddenly she was leaning in and kissing you.
you floundered, hands fluttering up to her shoulders to gently push her back with an awkward, airy laugh, hoping it played off as bashful and nervous more than mean or uncomfortable. you did like her, your date, but simon’s nosy presence was throwing you off.
“you’ll call me?” she asked, a little more hesitant now, and you nodded eagerly, feeling guilty for a whole new reason.
“yes, definitely,” you promised. “i had a nice time too,” you confirmed belatedly. she smiled and leant in to kiss your cheek chastely before heading off with a wave, leaving you to stand awkwardly at your door while simon watched you blatantly.
you flicked your eyes across and smiled stiltedly, feeling like you’d been caught with your hand in the cookie jar for some inexplicable reason.
“have fun?” he asked, crossing his arms over his binded chest.
“yeah, she was uhh— she’s nice. it was nice,” you said and cleared your throat. “took kyla’s advice on trying to date women, she might’ve been right after all.” you forced a soft laugh out to ease the tension but simon seemed to only stiffen when you mentioned his girlfriend. “anyway… thanks for grabbing the bin again, i owe you one. see you later.”
simon wasted no time entering his own home once you were out of sight and bee lined for gaz, sat on the sofa with her legs across johnny’s lap and her head on price’s shoulder. the space simon had left was still empty and price patted it enticingly.
simon had other priorities.
“you,” he said menacingly, pointing at kyla. “she was on another fucking’ date.”
johnny rolled her eyes at the same time as gaz. “let me guess, the bloke wasnae a stunner.”
“wasn’t a bloke,” simon huffed.
price’s brows rose at that, attention caught and held tight.
“what?” gaz asked as she sat up.
“she said she took your advice and she’s started dating women now,” simon huffed as he finally dropped into the seat next to price. “‘your advice’. what the fuck did ya say to her?”
gaz looked sheepish as she thought back to the conversation and sat up straight. she rubbed the back of neck and winced. “basically said she’d have more luck dating women, we’d appreciate her more.”
“and by ‘we’ did it sound like you meant us, or women in general?” price pushed.
“probably women in general,” she grumbled. “but i didn’t want to lay it on too thick and scare her away!”
“fucking hell, gaz,” johnny groaned. she called her hands and stood with fanfare. “right, time for the big guns. i’m sunbathing naked tomorrow.”
“it’s raining tomorrow, johnny,” simon said flatly.
“great, then i’ll be naked and wet, she’ll have no chance.”
“you’re all muppets, jesus fucking christ,” price sighed into her hands. “johnny’s right about one thing though. subtlety hasn’t worked.”
“what’s the plan then?” gaz asked.
price smirked. “we’re going to tease her ‘til she can’t take it anymore. push her past her breaking point.”
thank you to woolie who practically wrote half of this fic with me on discord and to birdy who continues to get me hyped and inspired about butch 141 as a whole <3 ily guys
the bar wasn’t new, but you’d never been inside despite how your friends had raved about it in the group chat over the last few months.
you weren’t one to go out late often, your work kept you busy and tired more often than not, and the rest of the time you just didn’t like to have to explain that you don’t drink.
but it was a gay bar, a good gay bar from what you’d heard, and your friends had reassured you that the alcohol-free menu was more than just a glass of oj or a can of coke. so you went.
it didn’t take them long to recognise other regulars there, each of your friends nipping off one by one with a quick, “i’ll be right back, i just want to say hi,” until you were stood alone. you debated joining one of them, making new friends with any of the numerous people they knew already, but ultimately decided to head to the bar first and grab yourself a drink before joining whoever was nearest when you turned around.
the place was smoky, low lit, like something out of an old movie; and with its live band and carefully curated secondhand furniture, you’d have been tempted to call it pretentious if the authenticity wasn’t really working for the vibes of the place.
you hopped onto a barstool and picked up a little menu, humming in disappointment when you couldn’t find the alcohol free section. you noticed the lack of prices on the other drinks however and sucked your teeth, recognising it as a sign of an expensive establishment; you knew your pockets would be woefully empty by the end of the night.
“can i help you with a recommendation?” a smooth voice had you looking up into gorgeous, deep brown eyes. even the bartender looked like she belonged on the big screen with the way her locs framed her slim face. your breath caught. “i bet you like something sweet,” she continued now that she had your attention. “fruity?”
“do you have a non alcoholic beer?” you asked. you’d be paying through the nose for it in comparison to the other dives you usually haunt, but it’d give you a baseline for how much anything else would be costing.
the bartender winced. “sorry, honey, we’ve only got a local brewery’s ipa on tap.”
you looked back to the menu as if it will have suddenly spawned the information you wanted.
“prefer something earthy then? hint of spice?” she asked you. “we have a few non alcoholic gins.”
it was your turn to wince. “i like something with a bit of bite,” you admitted.
she grinned. “i’ve got just the thing,” she said and turned to start making your drink. “i’m gaz, by the way.”
you introduced yourself and she grinned over her shoulder, her attitude was infectious and you felt yourself relax as you sat there.
“did you come alone tonight?”
“no, i came with some friends but they’re just saying hi to a few people so i figured i’d check out the menu while they were busy,” you said.
“there you go,” she placed your drink down in front of you. it was a deep red that faded in to orange, garnished with a slice of lemon. “clean whiskey sour.”
you took a sip and felt your eyes widen. she laughed at your expression and dusted her hands off exaggeratedly.
“wow, that’s amazing. how much was that? think i’ve found my drink for the night,” you chuckled.
“mocktail so it’s cheaper than the real stuff,” she said and gave you the price. you ordered a second as you pulled out your purse and handed her a note.
you turned to see if you could locate one of your friends and pursed your lips as you saw them all engaged midway through their conversations. it’s maybe be a little awkward to go and interrupt to join now, but you didn’t want to sit alone all night either.
“hey, honey,” gaz called gently. you turned back to her and she reached forward with an empty hand towards your ear, you didn’t have time to frown or flinch before she was pulling it back in front of your face, a £2 coin suddenly perched between her fingers.
you blinked before you processed that the hot bartender had just given you your change via sleight of hand magic.
fucking hell. as if you weren’t already interested in her.
you bit back your budding smile and gently took your change, your grin breaking free when you made eye contact with her and she waggled her eyebrows.
“that part of the usual service or does it come with the ‘sour?” you asked as she placed the second glass in front of you.
she moved to clean up what she’d used to make your drink with a casual shrug. “reserved for my more interesting customers.”
you hummed.
her eyes flickered to the booths dotted around, the thin crowd sat at your back.
“i know you probably have your friends to go find soon,” she started coyly. “but if you don’t think they’ll miss you too much, i’d enjoy having some good company for once.”
she came to stand in front of you again, placing her palms on the bar-top and broadening her already impressive, toned shoulders. you were glad it was warm inside and that she’d decided to go sleeveless for her shift if only for the current view of her as she leant ever so closer into your space. “it’s a slow night; if you’re willing to stick around here with me it might keep me from going stir crazy.”
“we can’t have that,” you said, playing along. “who would make me another one of these if you started climbing the walls?”
“exactly,” she agreed. “it’s a public service you’d be doing really. without me, the bar would close.”
“oh is that so? your boss know you have such a high opinion of your drink making skills?” you joked.
“i own the bar, babes,” she said with a gloating grin. “and you don’t think i deserve to talk big?” she nodded to your almost empty glass and you pursed your lips.
“ok, yeah,” you admitted. “and it’s pretty impressive that this place is yours too.”
“yeah?” she asked with a teasing grin.
“i think i need to test your knowledge, though, to see if it’s all for show or not,” you pushed back, not letting her gain the upper hand in the flirty conversation.
“go ahead, honey, i’m ready,” she curved her fingers in a bring it on motion.
“ok, how do you make a mojito?” you asked pulling your phone out.
she reeled off the ingredients one by one confidently and you checked she was correct via google as she laughed.
“ok, that was an easy one.” you sniffed, squinting your eyes jokingly. “now the real challenge begins.”
you continued to quiz her in between the orders made further down the bar until one of your friends tapped you on the shoulder.
“hey, i came to collect you, you strayed from the group for a while there,” vanessa teased.
“oh i was just having fun with gaz,” you said and grinned at the bartender. “keeping each other company.”
“making sure i know my stuff,” gaz added with a wink sent your way. “i think i convinced you enough for one night. go have fun with your friends, honey.”
you reluctantly stood from your stool, but when you grabbed your drink - a non-alcoholic mai tai gaz had made without hesitation when you said the recipe had sounded yummy - you realised you’d not paid for your last two drinks. turning back to the bar you moved to pull out your card but gaz was already at the other side, serving someone else.
you sat down with your friends and made a note to pay later in the evening, but when time came to corral your drunk group into the taxi, the thought never crossed your mind and you didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye to her.
——
next time you go, it’s a weekend and a lot busier.
your plan to sit with gaz, reacquaint yourself and pay her back for the drinks goes out the window.
by a stroke of luck you manage to get to the bar as she’s serving instead of her colleague mixing drinks at the other end.
“hey,” she greeted you happily, tipping the brim of her cap up an inch to better see you looking up through her lashes as she half-focused on the drink in her hands. “same as last time?”
you glowed at the idea of her remembering what you’d had over a week ago, but you shook your head.
“surprise me,” you offered, felling butterflies run rampant when she grinned in return.
“take a seat,” she offered before setting to work. you pulled out one of the stools that had been tucked beneath the bar and sat patiently as she mixed your drink. it was a deep blue when she brought it over but she poured the final ingredient in and the top half turned a shimmery purple. she plopped in a straw for you and you took a sip, pleased to find that she’d stuck to non-alcoholic for you again.
“mm, that might be my favourite so far,” you gushed, biting your lip when she grinned at you. her upper lip glinted in the low light and you paused, noticing the new philtrum piercing. “you got a piercing? it’s cute.”
gaz raised a cocky eyebrow and licked her plush lips. “noticed that quick. did you spend that long staring at my lips last time you were in here, babes? cute.”
you flushed, unable to deny it, and took a flustered sip of your drink to give you time to gather your thoughts.
she chuckled and went to deal with another customer, talking to you over the raised voices of the busy bar as she started fixing the drink.
“it’s still healing but i’ll be swapping it to a gold sun when i can,” she said as she came closer again to grab a slice of lime.
“oh? we’ll be matching, look!” you said without a second thought. grinning, you pulled up a moon shaped necklace from beneath your shirt. “bought it on a whim the other day, must be fate,” you teased and snorted a quiet laugh. gaz weakly laughed along.
“must be,” she said softly, her deep eyes heavy and focused solely on you. she cleared her throat before moving to finish up the drink, leaving you alone again for a moment.
your eyes followed her along until you heard a mean snicker from your left, a muttered, unbelievable. you turned and saw another woman clearing her throat and covering her mouth with her palm, her eyes darting away from yours when you turned your head.
a bout of self-consciousness hit and you faced back towards your drink with hot cheeks. you’d not thought twice before speaking to gaz, it was second nature to be genuine with her since it’s what she gave back, but thinking back on it you could see why calling your jewellery matching would be cringey. possibly even seen as desperate on your end.
you swallowed and stood from the stool and separated from the crowd around the bar with your drink in hand. you found a small table near the edge of the room and took a seat, watched gaz from afar instead as she made the orders proficiently.
it didn’t take you long to notice how gaz didn’t linger with the other customers like she did with you; she knocked back clear flirty attempts for her attention and turned away other gorgeous women.
you watched the lemon slice go around and around as you stirred the melting ice in your cup. the fact that gaz’s gaze didn’t linger for a moment on those beautiful women had a stray thought that maybe she wasn’t interested in women flicker to life in the back of your head.
“refill?” you looked up from your glass to see gaz hovering by your table. she put down a second drink and took the first from your hands. “on the house, my treat.”
“oh, thanks,” you said with a shy smile. “busy night.”
“mm.” her hum was noncommittal. “is that why you moved seats?”
“felt like i was getting in the way,” you shrugged, avoiding her eyes. “i was thinking of leaving soon anyway, i’ll finish this off and probably head home.”
her free hand rose to pet your cheek. “i’ll save you a seat next time. i prefer it when you’re smiling at me while i work.”
“even when i make it awkward?” you couldn’t help but ask.
she frowned. putting her serving tray on the table between you, she pulled a chair close to yours and sat. “when have you made things awkward, babes?”
“that thing i said about fate, it was silly.” you tried to move past it, rolling your eyes at yourself.
“i liked it.” that shut you up quick. “a pretty girl calling me her soulmate? you think i’m letting you take that back now?” she joked, leaning in so that your shoulders knocked. “me and you are like this, now.” she crossed her fingers in front of you. “whether you like it or not.”
you snorted. “i can deal with that,” you hummed. “thanks for the drink, gaz.”
she nodded and stood reluctantly to go back to the bar, noticing her coworker growing flustered on their own. “i need to get back, but enjoy. stay as long as you want.”
though you appreciated her offer, you left soon after. you made sure to pause where she could see you and wave to her on your way out and she held up her crossed fingers again with a grin. you felt a giddy feeling bubble at the back of your throat as you headed home.
——
you started to tag along with your friends more and more often when they mentioned gaz’s, always spending a good portion of the evenings sat at the bar with gaz.
and she kept her promise, saving a barstool for you in the corner on even the busiest nights with a fierce scowl and well placed coughs to anyone that tried to sneak into it.
anyone that didn’t get the message would be ignored, no drinks made, until they’d moved again.
on a slow night, when she rolled a pound over her knuckles back and forth you asked her about her magic tricks.
“what even got you into all of that?” you gestured to the coin and then vaguely at her as a whole.
“magic?” you nodded. gaz smiled and looked down at the coin before placing it flat on the bartop between you. “my nan. she was an magician’s assistant when she was younger. she could’ve been the main star with how much she knew, but it was the 50’s. people weren’t willing to bank on the main talent being a black woman,” she scoffed and you nodded along with a sympathetic hum.
“she taught you?” you asked.
“everything i know. i’ve loved it ever since.”
her hand hovered over the pound coin, snapping her fingers on her other hand. your eyes darted away for a split second and when you looked back she was moving her hand away to reveal a penny.
you laughed and picked it up, turning it around as if it would reveal the real coin when it was in your own hand again.
“you’ll have to tell me how you do it,” you said.
she sucked her teeth. “a good magician doesn’t reveal her tricks,” she sing-songed and took the penny back from you, letting her hand hold yours for a second too long to be casual.
“aren’t you two cosy in this corner?” gaz’s coworker asked from over her shoulder. gaz turned and rolled her eyes at chris as he smirked at the two of you. he leant by to grab a chopping board before leaving the pair of you alone. as he left, he spoke, “i’m sure our gaz could show you a trick or two,” he said with heavy innuendo.
you snorted and didn’t notice how gaz stiffened.
“it’s a work night,” she said to you suddenly. “getting late. you’ll be wanting to go home soon, won’t you?”
you blinked at the sudden change in tone and nodded. with only half a drink left, you downed the bitter drink in one and stood from the bar.
“i think the girls are planning on coming in sometime soon again so i’ll see you then?”
gaz’s smile grew less shaky and she wiggled her fingers back at you as you headed out to the carpark.
——
sat at home, cross legged on the couch, you leant over the coffee table and practiced the rudimentary card trick you’d found from an online video.
“and then use the heel of your palm and the pad of your thumb to flip the correct card over the top,” the video said and you bit your lip as you tried it. you huffed when it didn’t work and tried again until the card moved how you wanted it to.
it was far from smooth and the other cards fell to the floor, but you were slowly getting the actions down. it just had to become muscle memory.
it’d take over two more months of practicing before you’d finally feel confident enough to show gaz.
——
you sat at the bar and grinned when she set down your drink. when you sniffed at it, gaz chuckled and answered your question.
“prickly pear flavour, i think you’ll like it,” she said.
you were inclined to agree, she’d not been wrong once so far. taking a sip, you hummed and took a bigger drink. you palmed the pack of cards in your jacket pocket nervously before pulling it out.
“ok don’t laugh, i’ve been practicing.” you spread the pack out in your hands as gaz stared with wide eyes, slowly growing more amused by the second as you fanned the cards out towards her. “pick a card.”
your showmanship was stiff, the words you’d memorised the man on the video saying coming across a little less flamboyant, and you fumbled the trick a little. nerves left your grip a little sweaty, but gaz reached out in time to keep the pack from falling out of your grasp. she cupped your hands and adjusted your fingers, smiling sweetly when she pulled back again and nodded for you to go on.
you cleared your throat and remembered the next step for the trick, pulling out the card fourth from the bottom and presenting it with a little more flourish.
“is this your card?” you asked.
it wasn’t.
“it is,” gaz said with an excited smile and started clapping. too smitten to bring your mood down by telling you where exactly you’d gone wrong, not when you were smiling at her like that and not after you’d obviously put so much effort into this for her.
you grinned triumphantly, ignoring the few people that had looked over at gaz’s enthusiastic applause, and put the pack to the side. you leant over the bar and snatched the sharpie from her shirt pocket; you wrote your number on the back of the card she’d claimed was hers alongside a wonky moon and sun then presented it once more to her with a softer smile.
she laughed and pulled out her phone to add your number in straight away, adding a moon emoji after your name. she rang the number and you pretended to ignore the call with an eye roll to make her laugh.
snatching your phone from you gaz huffed and muttered, “guess i’ll have to add my own cutesy nickname, huh?”
“i can be cutesy,” you argued but didn’t change the name when you saw it. you snorted.
super sexy bartender (the one with the eyes and the smile and the arms and the…)
“would’ve been quicker to type ‘humble bartender’,” you said with a snicker.
“oh, babes has jokes now?”
“i’m a barrel of laughs,” you sniffed. you turned when you heard your friends call for you. “see? i’m missed already.”
“hmm, you’ll be missed here too,” gaz hummed. “go back to your friends, i’ll text you later.”
“promise?”
“‘course.” she smiled widely.
——
the next couple of weeks were filled with you messaging back and forth during your breaks at work and throughout the day on the weekends before the bar opened and gaz got busy until the late evening… or more accurately the early morning.
one day she offhandedly mentioned that her replies might be slow because it was stock day, and her coworker had called in sick so she wouldn’t have anyone to help until their cover arrived at opening time.
you’d quickly offered her a hand (claiming you may not have muscles like her, but you could carry a box or two without sweating) and headed down when she’d eagerly agreed and the pair of you spent the afternoon together just hanging out and fixing up the stock room, music playing tinnily from gaz’s phone.
it became a habit, you going by when she had stock taking to sort out and more often than not she let her staff come in a little later so she’d have the time with you to herself.
> if you’re not busy do you want to come down to the bar later? xx
> around 12? xx
> it’s kinda important xx
< yeah of course! what’s up? xx
> my mums are in town, wondered if you want to meet them? xx
< i’ll be there for 12 xxx
despite just being friends with gaz - though you were self-aware enough to know you’d like more - you were nervous to meet her mums. you wanted to make a good impression. in fact, you wanted to impress them; leave them wheezing with laughter and contemplating your intriguing and thoughtful insights on the hot topics of the afternoon for months to come.
however likely that would be.
gaz seemed nervous too from where she stood outside the bar smoking. she dropped the cig and stubbed it dead with her trainer when she saw you however, and a wide grin overtook her face, her nervous energy calming considerably as you got closer.
“you look gorgeous,” gaz said before you got a chance to say hello. you laughed, flattered and feeling less nervous yourself as she made you do a spin in front of her before you were allowed inside.
you weren’t wearing anything special, but you supposed the last few times you’d seen gaz you’d been dressed practically to help her lift heavy boxes or dressed for your own work. your short denim skirt was maybe a little more daring than you’d first thought, despite the casual way you’d styled it.
“come on in, they’re dying to meet you,” gaz said as she led you in finally. she rubbed a hand nervously over the back of her neck, tugging at two short locs as you got closer to the table her mothers were chatting at. “might’ve talked about you a fair bit.”
“a fair bit? try a hell of a lot,” one of her mum’s said and you turned to them.
they were like chalk and cheese to look at. one dressed head to toe in flowing light cotton - a dress or skirt, you couldn't tell with the way the layers folded and sat - dyed vivid colours that seeped into each other in no particular pattern and complemented her rich skin tone. her hands were adorned in gold rings and her arms rattled with the layers of beaded bracelets she wore up her forearms. her hair, styled in passion twists, was half tied back with what looked to be a scrap piece of glossy ribbon. "i'm jasmine, kyla's mum."
“nice to meet you,” you said cheerfully and shook her hand when she held it out. her returned smile was reserved and her eyes watched you sharply.
you nervously turned to the other woman. her pinstripe suit fit her like a glove, the trousers flaring at the bottom, and her short, natural curls highlighted her round cheeks. she was just as gorgeous as jasmine, but the stern frown she was sending her wife had your hand almost shaking as you reached out for another introduction. your plan to charm them both didn’t seem as realistic as you’d hoped all of a sudden.
she turned to you and her frown broke, a splitting grin like gaz’s spread to flash the gap between her front teeth and she used your hand to pull you close for a tight and warm hug; she cooed excitedly in your ear as she swayed side to side with you still pressed close.
“we’ve been wanting to meet you ever since kyla first mentioned her new friend,” she said and finally let you go to sit down.
“mama,” gaz groaned a little embarrassedly, sitting next to you. her arm slipped to rest on the back of your chair.
“oh calm down, kyla,” jasmine tutted teasingly, swatting a jingling hand over the table at her.
you turned to her and mouthed, ‘yeah, kyla.’
she pouted but managed to hold back a second groan. menace, she thought fondly, a bashful smile tugging her pout loose.
“we were eager to see who caught our baby’s attention enough to be pulling extra shifts,” jasmine said before turning to gaz. “even tho she should be taking more breaks instead,” she finished pointedly at her daughter.
“i tell her this all the time! she works so hard,” you agreed immediately, nudging gaz’s side as if to say, ‘see?’
“not you too, honey, please. i get enough of it from my mum, i don’t need you siding with them.” gaz shrunk in her seat slightly, her hand drifted from your chair back and closer to your neck.
“‘honey’?” imani hummed, eyes bright and flicking between the pair of you with a knowing smile. “mhm.”
it was easy to see how gaz had grown to be so confident given the women she’d been raised by and the community of loving, intelligent women back in her home town that imani and jasmine spoke so fondly of like they were family. they were, really.
you spent the afternoon listening avidly as they told you about how they came to buy the bar with gaz after she finished what would be her second and final tour in the military; their hurdles when getting it set up; how much they missed her at home but loved seeing her grow and thrive here.
kyla reached out and squeezed her mums’ hands at that and you rubbed her back when you saw the glassy shine to her eyes.
“you know i’ll come back to visit soon,” she promised them. “i’m not waiting ‘til christmas again this time,” she huffed.
“your aunties will give you hell if you do,” imani warned with a wink.
“i was thinking of getting a taper and line up since these have grown in a little more anyway, and ty would kill me if she found out i went to anyone else when i could’ve seen her for it,” gaz said with a chuckle, gesturing to her locs. “i won’t leave it long.”
satisfied with her promise of future plans, her mums took advantage of their small audience and for the rest of the conversation showed you photo after photo on their phones of gaz growing up. a photo of her open-mouth smiling with her front teeth missing as a child; dressed in a small, ill-fitting suit at her prom; stood with three men in uniform, her hair shorn shorter then but with the familiar cap on her head; a picture with her mums’, this one more recent, with jasmine wearing a graduation cap and gown stood, in between to the two masculine women.
even as gaz pretended to sigh and groan in embarrassment at the memories shared, you could tell she was enjoying herself. that even if you weren’t wowing her mums like you’d imagined, your first impression had still been a good one.
you spent the afternoon with them and it was only when your stomach grumbled, having only grabbed a small lunch before setting off to meet gaz so you weren’t late, that the conversation stopped. all three women turned to you in concern and you flushed hot under the heavy attention.
“oh kyla, you dragged the poor girl over here and now she’s starving to death,” imani tutted.
“take her out for an early dinner,” jasmine said, deciding your time together was finished. “we’ll meet you back home later, there’s a few things we wanted to do before the evening anyway.”
gaz turned to you with a hopeful glint in her eyes. “wanna go grab some food? my treat.”
you nodded.
“that settles it!” imani pulled you into another long, tight hug when she stood to leave, rubbing the tops of your arms and smiling at you. “it was lovely to meet you, i can see why she’s so smitten,” she said, causing your stomach to flip and your smile to falter momentarily before widening again bashfully.
gaz was too busy grinning at her mum to hear her mama gossip, and you smiled softly at the pair as jasmine cupped her daughters cheeks and pet the soft skin beneath her eyes gently. jasmine looked the gentlest she had all afternoon, her edges softened.
she turned to you and you expected her gaze to harden a little like it had when she’d sat opposite you across the table, but she stayed soft and took your hands in hers while imani pulled gaz down for a kiss on the cheek and the forehead.
“you’re not what i’d expected,” she admitted, then moved her hand to pull our your moon necklace from beneath your shirt. her smile became knowing and satisfied, like she’d confirmed what she’d already thought true. “have a lovely dinner.”
“thank you,” you said and let her pull you in for a quick hug. “you too.”
you waved as gaz led the pair out, lingering only for a moment at the door before turning back to you.
“got a place in mind?” you asked, grabbing your jacket and bag.
“how does thai sound?” gaz asked as she opened the door for you again.
“perfect.”
——
“so you were in the military?” you asked as you ate. gaz nodded and put her chopsticks down as she spoke about her time with the 141.
“they’re still in the service but they visit when they can,” she said with a shrug. “that’s reminded me actually, johnny should be down soon enough. pretty sure he mentioned having a few weeks of leave coming up. he’s a bit full on, like a puppy, but you’d get on with him.”
you snorted. “i can’t wait to meet him.”
gaz laughed along with you as a warm, gooey feeling spread in her chest.
you walked back to her bar afterwards and lingered outside for a moment.
“want to come in?”
you shook your head. “i shouldn’t. work night and i’ve got laundry to put away when i get back.”
“ooh exciting,” she teased.
you stubbed the toe of your trainer against hers with a roll of your eyes.
“i had fun, we should do this again,” you said.
“yeah, we should,” she stepped a little closer. “thanks for coming to meet my mums, they’ve been hounding me about it.”
“oh really?” you asked with raised eyebrows and an expectant smirk.
gaz licked her lips and nodded. “yeah.”
you noticed her lidded eyes and slow breathing and sucked up the courage to make a move. you lifted a hand to rest on her hip and began to lean in to kiss her, when her eyes widened and she stepped back.
your hand hung in the air for a damning second before dropping.
“sorry, i should get inside. people will be arriving soon and i’m behind on the opening procedure because of dinner, need to cut some lemons,” she joked weakly.
“right,” you agreed faintly. “uhm, of course. sorry. i’ll see you around then.”
“i’ll text,” she said before slipping inside.
you stood there for a moment, a heavy frown settling in as dread and regret pooled low in your stomach.
you turned on your feet and walked to where you’d parked your car and headed home with an uneasy feeling roiling in your gut.
had you read it all wrong? had gaz ever really given you a signal that she was into you or where you only suddenly confident in her interest after her mums mentioned it teasingly?
you spent the evening pissed off and frustrated at yourself, roughly folding your laundry and when you were still full of an anxious energy after you’d finished, you vacuumed, changed your bedding and wiped down all of your kitchen until it was sparkling.
you collapsed on your sofa hours later with an exhausted sigh but when you closed your eyes that nervous energy still buzzed under your skin. so much for an early night before work.
“fuuuuuck it,” you threw yourself back up onto your feet and stormed to the front door, shoving on your shoes, grabbing your jacket and your keys and leaving without a second thought to how sweaty and unkempt you looked after your manic cleaning spree.
you arrived at the bar and bit your lip when you saw how busy it was, unusual for a sunday night, but maybe there was a bank holiday you were unaware of. it wasn’t as if your work gave you them off.
you pushed through the crowd and leant against the bar, waiting for gaz to notice you.
her eyes widened and her lips twitched up in a smile, faltering when you only frowned back.
“what’s up?” she asked, concern slowly bleeding into her tone.
“have i been reading this wrong?” you asked bluntly, not wanting to skirt around the topic any longer. you gestured between the two of you. “have i been pushing for something you don’t want?”
gaz shook her head and put the glass bottle she was holding down on the bar top with a thunk. her eyes were sad as she swallowed and she looked at her coworker behind the bar serving the crowd before deciding she had a moment to spare.
“full disclosure? i’m ace,” she said with a shrug. “and i guess i’ve felt like i’ve been waiting for the other shoe to drop with you.”
“oh.” you nodded. she nodded too, looking resigned. “‘waiting for the other shoe to drop’, you like me that much, huh?” you grinned and she looked taken aback. “does being ace mean you don’t like kissing?”
gaz blinked before stuttering out a reply. “n-no i do, i just— it’s the rest of it i could go without.”
you nodded again and tapped your fingers on the bar as you pushed closer, your stomach pressing into the wood.
“were you going to kiss me earlier? outside?” you gestured to the front door and bit your lip.
“yeah,” she said softly, her eyes dipping to you mouth before flitting between your eyes.
“because you like me?”
“yeah, babes,” she laughed.
“and i like you,” you confirmed eagerly, excitedly, as she leant in on her elbows.
she slowly grinned, her piercing shifting and glinting under the smoky lights. “yeah.”
“great. well. stop me if i’m wrong then.” you leant over the last few inches of the bar and kissed her, cupping her face with one hand and using the other to balance yourself. you felt her own hand trail along the back of your hand as she kissed back fervently.
“met your bloody mums and then you had me thinking i was going crazy for thinking you wanted this,” you grumbled when she pulled back for a second.
“i’ll make it up to you,” she promised with a peck to your lips again. “prickly pear?”
your eyes brightened and your pour was immediately replaced with a grin.
“oh, yes please!” you tapped your hands on the bar again, no longer full of an anxious energy but an excited one instead.
gaz leant in for another quick kiss, her lips twisting into a fond smile against yours. when she pulled back she lifted a hand to your ear and twisted it, revealing an orange slice held between her fingers.
“christ, it’s unfair how sexy that is,” you whined. “but that better not be the one going in my drink.”
“let me go and we can forget all about this,” you bargained, voice shakier than you’d have preferred given the situation.
you were cornered down a dark alley and a wild-eyed man blocked the other end, slowly making his way closer, panting and grinning as he too noticed your predicament. trapped.
you’d incorrectly deemed him an easy mark and slipped your hand in his bag before disappearing - or so you’d thought.
the man had given chase quicker than anticipated and was faster than his broad frame indicated he would be, but you were faster, if only because you knew the area well and had the best shortcuts memorised. you’d known what direction you needed to head in to lose him, but the hairs on the back of your neck had raised several times during the escape and sent you in opposite directions instinctively; you must have slipped up when getting turned around and taken a wrong turn at some point leading you to this dead end.
the wall behind you was too high for you to climb but you didn’t back yourself flat against it either even as the threat loomed closer, you left room just in case you became desperate enough to try and scale it and needed the small run up.
“give me what you stole,” the man said, a scottish lilt dragging his words long and low. he held out his hand and curled his fingers in a come hither motion.
“think you’ll remember i gave that back earlier in our little chase back that way,” you nodded over his shoulder. the golden sphere - the map - was heavy and you’d thrown it at his head to try and lose his tail when he’d gotten a hair too close. he’d ducked out of the way, but hesitated chasing you to look back at where it landed, which gave you a leg up in the hunt. he didn’t stop to pick it up, like you’d hoped, but a few seconds was better than nothing.
and losing the star map wasn’t a total loss, it was one of many like it and it hadn’t been what you were after anyway. what went inside and where that could lead you was what made it worth anything.
“aye, almost took mah other eye out,” he said with a huff of a laugh, his fingertips pulled at the thin skin under his left eye to reveal more of the bionic replacement. solid, smooth gold until it flickered to your right for a moment and revealed the edge of the grey steel inner workings.
you took a half step back as he continued to steadily gain ground.
“so you’ll remember i don’t have what you want,” you insisted hotly taking another step.
you froze at the feeling of a blaster press against your ribs; it was a familiar enough feeling that you knew not to continue to run your mouth for a minute. the heat of the muzzle singed your jacket as its power core surged and bubbled - ready to use. it would’ve been burning against your skin, you had the scars to prove it, but was just uncomfortable through your current layers.
a soft, female voice hummed in your ear. “let’s not play dumb now, eh, beautiful?”
you shifted carefully to look over your shoulder and caught a glimpse of dark eyes and a sparkling smile.
“listen, i dont know what you think i took—“
“this-“ she reached over your shoulder and down your loosely tied shirt, her chilly fingers brushing along your cleavage until she pulled out the small vial you’d stored between your breasts as you’d ran. “-is what im after.”
she held the vial over your shoulder so it was in view of all three of you; small, hexagonal and full of what looked like white sand - stardust from the planet you were desperate to get to. she let out a heavy, breathy chuckle against your ear and you shuddered as her warm breath fanned down your neck and over your exposed collarbone. your skin prickled pleasantly and you snarled at the cocky smirk on the man’s face opposite you.
“she’s got quick fingers, gaz,” the man said.
“hm. my type of woman.” gaz pushed the blaster further into your side until you winced. “don’t think i’ve forgiven her yet though. march. follow him.”
“no funny business, lass,” he called out as he led the way out of the dank alleyway, looking both ways as he peeked around the brick before waving you both forward. he continued to talk over his shoulder. “i saw the way ye favour yer right side. don’t even think a’ using that leg canon.”
gaz knocked her ring clad knuckles against your left thigh and grinned when it echoed back a dull clang.
“you don’t have to do this. i can be on my way, you’ll never see me again,” you tried to bargain with lies again as she ducked close to hide the gun plastered to your side and to keep you from slipping out of their grasp between the busy crowds on the way back to the dock.
“s’funny, you seem to be under the impression im asking. that’s my fault,” she tsk’d. “you are coming with us, gorgeous. the only question is are you gonna come easy or am i going to have to carry you over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes?”
you swallowed thickly and didn’t think about that proposition for too long lest it distracted you. her arms were bare, muscles on show given her well worn waistcoat and lack of shirt, so you had no doubt she’d at least attempt to carry you. but you had more pressing matters to think about at that moment.
as you passed the smaller crews and walked up to her docked ship your heels began to dig in, reality setting in like a punch to the gut as you took in the size of it.
these were no run of the mill, petty criminals you’d crossed paths with.
“johnny, go check on the cargo, see how much is left to store,” gaz ordered and the man, johnny, jogged ahead.
no, you thought with growing panic. going by the amount of masts you could count and the dark sails tied to them, the size of the engines rumbling softly to keep the ship stationary, and the busy crew heading up and down the floating ramp, you’d fucked over a pretty important pirate.
you prided yourself on keeping your ear to the ground and knowing the biggest players in the game, and yet this woman matched no description or wanted poster you’d come across.
it worried you. the unknown was trickier to traverse and talk your way out of than even the worst of pirates you’d stumbled into.
“this is yours?” you asked as gaz kicked at your feet, getting you moving quicker again as johnny practically skipped up the ramp, a big grin splitting his face as he bumped shoulders with a behemoth of a man carrying a large crate.
“mm. for the time being,” she said noncommittally as you boarded the ship.
the crew, an amalgamation of all kinds of species, nodded to her as she passed by with you in tow, but you kept your head ducked low to avoid further confrontation.
she sat you down on the steps leading to the helm of the ship and raised an eyebrow at you when you huffed and glared at the rough treatment.
“spit it out then, good looking, how do you know about the map and the key?” she asked, blaster still held loosely in her hand, though hanging by her side and no longer actively aimed at you.
you eyed up the route back to the dock, you could try to sprint it but it wouldn’t be a clean run.
she snapped her fingers in front of your face. flinching your gaze back up to her you sighed through your nose at her unimpressed stare.
“my brother,” you started reluctantly. your eyes drifted without permission, flighty and nervous as your gaze trailed over her form, the ship, the crates and crew, the deep sky opposite the direction of the dock. “he joined a crew that were boasting about it in our home town. said they were looking for new crew members to search for it and share the wealth.”
gaz snorted and you looked down, embarrassed, tensing your jaw.
“it was a long time ago, we were both young. he didn’t know any better, just wanted to give us a better chance,” you whispered defensively. “but he never wrote. and he promised he would.”
“so you’re trying to find him,” gaz finished off for you, nodding along.
“for years i’ve followed the rumours, stories i thought maybe could be him, and they brought me here. i hoped i’d maybe bump into him along the way, hear his name spoken at least.”
“have you?”
“no.” you laughed, an empty and self deprecating sound. “i don’t even know what he looks like anymore.”
gaz looked you up and down, pausing for a moment back on your face as her own expression grew contrite.
“fuck it, it’s what cap would do,” she mumbled to herself. she tucked her blaster back into its holster. “right. you’ve convinced me; i’ll bring you along if you do as your told.”
you shook your head, a frown creasing your forehead.
“i’m fine on my own, i don’t want to owe you anything,” you protested.
“too late for that, handsome, you already stole from me once.” she cupped your chin with a grin and bent at the waist to lean close. “you’ll have to make it up to me to get back in my good graces, yeah?”
you yanked your chin out of her loose hold and shoved at her shoulder with both arms while her centre of gravity was off, tipping her into an unsuspecting crew-mate that was walking by.
in a flash you were up and running across the deck, a fierce grimace on your face as you slipped by the others, too late to realise they needed to stop you.
a hand around your wrist yanked you to a stop mere feet from the ramp and you swung back blindly, instinctively, hitting johnny squarely in the nose and managing to escape his grip.
“fucking— sweet mary and joseph!”
you stumbled back and twisted to get a good running start again, but you’d barely made two steps before you came face to face with the behemoth you’d spotted with johnny earlier.
though face to face wasn’t accurate; carrying a large crate in his arms, he unfolded his second pair from his sides to clothesline you without dropping the crate and sent you sprawling at his feet with a wheezing cough.
you blinked the stars from your eyes and rolled onto your side to try and ease the pain and struggle to pull a breath back into your empty lungs.
“good job, ghost,” you heard gaz say as she strolled up to stand over you. you were tempted to spit at her boots, but you couldn’t suck in the breath necessary to send the spit flying. instead you wheezed in a thin breath and looked up; wishing you hadn’t when she flashed that insufferably bright and smug grin. “i think we’ll have fun, you and me,” she said. “if price were here he’d have liked you too.”
“liked knocking some manners into her maybe,” ghost grunted before heading off to pile the crate with the rest. you didn’t see him stop by johnny’s side first, one hand reaching up to chuck his chin to check the damage or the pleased little smile he gave under the tied handkerchief as you hacked a racking cough as you tried sitting up.
gaz smiled placidly and squatted to your level.
“he’s right. you’re lucky we’ve not found him yet or you’d be dealing with more than a few bruises and the wind knocked out of ya for that.” she tilted her head and smiled a little weakly. “who knows, maybe he’s with your brother right now. seems like the kind of luck i’d have.”
she grabbed you non too gently by the elbow and pulled you up, practically dragging you to the captain’s room as you struggled to gain your footing. she slapped your back once and you sucked in a wet breath, then she rubbed your back soothingly over your jacket and shirt and closed the door to the private room behind you.
through watery eyes you looked at the half used room; the bed a mess of unmade sheets but the clothing drawers and chests seemingly unopened and untouched.
she pushed you down next to the desk while you were distracted and you hissed.
“stop pushing me around,” you huffed. she smirked.
“be good and sit still on that ample arse of yours,” she mumbled and opened a drawer in the desk. she rooted around and when she came up empty she opened a second drawer before finding what she was after with a small, ah hah!
before you could ask her what she wanted, she had cuffed your wrist to the closest leg of the desk.
you rattled the thick iron cuff and squirmed at her feet.
“couldn’t get the comfier set?” you complained, rubbing at the soft skin of your wrist beneath the rusting metal.
johnny and ghost walked in and you glared automatically, embarrassment at your position heating your cheeks. ghost ignored you but johnny, with dark, dried blood smeared under his nose and dribbled down his chin and neck, scowled back at you.
“laser ones cost, lovely,” gaz answered half distractedly as she cleared a space on the desk. “those can’t be so easily cracked open either. can’t imagine you have a lock pick in your boot but i know something in that leg of yours could disrupt weak little laser cuffs. i’ll let you go later, the key’s somewhere in here.” she tapped the desk.
gaz didn’t wait for you to reply and pulled the map key from her own hidden pocket and nodded at ghost to set the metal ball down on the desk. once he’d put it down, he leant over the desk with two hands flat on the wood and the other two on his hips. they ignored you, sat below them, and the angle you’d been chained meant you couldn’t subtly look to see what they were doing.
gaz pushed the hexagonal tube into the aligning hole in the spherical map, watching as it began to turn on its own as it got sucked in deeper to the centre. eventually only the cap was visible and it laid perfectly flat against the rest of the metal, imperceptible as a separate piece.
they waited a moment with baited breath and you watched gaz’s expression to gauge what was happening.
you heard the map click and a flash of blue light flickered over her soft face; you heard johnny swear.
“cursed skies above,” he rumbled with a gasp. “is that—?”
“yeah, i think so.” gaz nodded faintly.
“and you think he got there himself?” ghost asked. “without the key?”
“if price will be anywhere, its there,” gaz said firmly. her hand lifted delicately to pass through the light of the 3D map floating between them. her fingers danced along the plotted stars, the route they’d need to take to find john. “key or not, i know in my bones that’s where we’ll find him.”
ghost nodded and straightened up as johnny continued to stare at the map dancing along gaz’s hand before she dropped it and firmed her shoulders.
“we set off at the next toll of the bell. get the crew ready,” gaz said.
“aye, cap,” the pair of them answered, synchronised. you saw how gaz winced at the title but she nodded nonetheless.
you shut your slack mouth with a clack when she looked down at you.
butch!141 moodboards 🙂↕️ - links to each fic attached
simon price
gaz johnny
inspired a little bit by the fics i’ve got planned for them and their characters overall,, i have a reason (though some are admittedly Dumb) for every item on these moodboards so PLEASE yap away with me about them
any extra 1fem1 fics can be found on my main masterlist
managed to get back to writing a little smth for stud!gaz over the last week (the audience cheers),, very excited to try and get it done and posted by the weekend
“i know you probably have your friends to go find soon,” she started coyly. “but if you don’t think they’ll miss you too much, i’ve been enjoying having some good company for once.”
she came to stand in front of you again, placing her palms on the bar-top and broadening her already impressive shoulders. you were glad it was warm inside and that she’d decided to go sleeveless for her shift if only for the current view of her as she leant ever so closer into your space. “it’s a slow night; if you’re willing to stick around here with me it might keep me from going stir crazy.”
“we can’t have that,” you said. “who would make me another one of these if you started climbing the walls?”
“exactly,” she agreed. “it’s a public service you’d be doing really. without me, the bar would close.”
“oh, is that so? your boss know you have such a high opinion of your drink making skills?” you joked.
“i own the bar, babes,” she said with a gloating grin. “and you don’t think i deserve to talk big?” she nodded to your almost empty glass and you pursed your lips.
this ones been suuuuuch a fun one to write,, stud gaz my beloved. i love getting into these girls’ heads
Hiya Stelle! Wanted to stop by your inbox and drop off a few stud!Gaz headcanons I've been cooking up. As always, please free to agree, disagree, or add your own thoughts!
☆wears Nike Tech suits religiously (and looks better than any man ever could)
☆I definitely see her being the more stylish member of the 141. I'm talking pristine trainers, polished dress shoes, gold chain around her neck (that dangles in my face when we-)
☆I'm more partial to her having short locs that she'll often pull into a ponytail at the base of her neck. Something about black women with locs...whew🥵
☆Is an insanely protective gf (all of the butch!141 are, tbh). Shields your body with hers when you're on the crowded tube so that you don't get bumped into. Opens doors for you and refuses to let you pay for anything.
☆That being said...she loves being spoiled. And not just with material things! She loves when her partner takes the time to learn about her interests and participates in them. She loves when her partner makes the effort to genuinely see her, not just as a handsome stud, but as a woman worthy of love and affection.
birdy i love it when you get cooking,, i’ve got my sous chef hat on 🧑🏼🍳 lets go !!
- the vision of gaz in her nike tech,,,,, she’d have a wardrobe of ‘em in different colours
- she’s absolutely a sneaker head!! got a lil collection going, probably dunks and a couple pairs of air force too. keeps them squeaky clean. loves knowing that she looks good; she takes care of herself so why wouldn’t she dress to impress too? and i’m using that chain to tug her close to kiss and bite
- I AGREE 1000000% i know we’ve talked before about her having a buzz (which i adore) but i loved this hairstyle for stud gaz originally and it’ll always have a place in my heart <3
i think she was covered/cut off a lil in my gaz moodboard but this pinterest pic really inspired my fem gaz :3
- birdy you’re tapping into allllll my weaknesses here with this 😵💫 she gives you her coat when you get cold, rests her palm on your leg as she drives (you are her designated passenger princess idc if you can drive too), leaves one hand on your hip everywhere you go so people know neither of you are single,,, mhm mhm yeah that’s the stuff
- i was just talking to woolie about pamper days with the butchverse and it lends perfectly here,, setting her up a nice warm bath with her fave scented salts dissolving away, going through her hair care routine while she lays back with a face mask on, lathering on her moisturiser and making sure to cover every inch of skin as she lays back boneless on the bed,, just hours of endless loving and doting until shes curled up as the little spoon in bed snoozing away
meanwhile you’re nuzzling into the back of her neck and ordering her favourite food for later, adding an extra large extra thick blanket to your amazon basket for the pair of you to snuggle under next time and planning a hike just the two of you for the weekend after she mentioned wanting to get out a little more
*takes a long, luxurious drag of my fake cigarette* Stelle, darling, hello! How are you? I've come to you today with several thoughts and headcanons about our special girl: ace! stud! gaz.
☆she is THEE cuddler in the relationship. makes it a point to corner you and sweep you into her arms whenever possible.
♡wears a thin black band around her middle finger, as it's her favorite asexual symbol (I'm also trying to get a ring for myself!)
☆ I'd love to know what you think her first experience with asexuality is. Is it hearing her schoolmates go on about the celebrities they'd smash and her going "surely they're joking" only to later realize that everyone is dead serious? Is it when she accepts her lesbianism but realizes that her first girlfriend (and many of the ones after) want to experience intimacy in a way she doesn't?
♡She does her own retwists if she can't get to her regular loctician while on leave, and does her own taper fade after Soap nearly pushed her hairline back. That man can NOT be trusted with an electric razor. Soap will, however, occasionally help out on retwist days. His years of braiding his sister's hair come in handy for parting and retwisting Gaz's shoulder-length locs.
☆I've talked about my headcanon that she's British-Nigerian. Idk if I've talked about how the team practically BEGS for her to bring them jollof rice from her moms. The team has gotten into physical fights over this, with Ghost, surprisingly, emerging as the victor. Spice intolerance be damned, the man will shovel down spoonful after spoonful of rice.
♡she's reads as a stemme (stud + femme) to me (am i projecting onto her...perhaps!!)! Like, she sees her masculinity and femininity as two parts of her, coexisting in harmony. Though she prefers cargos and trousers, I feel that she regularly gets manicures.
Hope you enjoyed these! I'm trying to get my writer gears turning so I can finish these fics. Hope you're having a good day, mwahhhh😘😘😘😘
*lights my cig off of urs* you’re always welcome in my neck of the woods to chat studs/butches, birdy, you know that
THEE cuddler you say?? oh she’s clinging on during hot nights and taking it personal when you try to peel yourself away, huffing as you lay flat in front of the fan like “just say you don’t love me, it’ll hurt less”
MHM MHMM i was almost tempted to say she had the black ring tattooed, but i looooove the idea of her going shopping for the perfect ring instead 🙂↕️ (omg you’ll have to let me know how urs went if u found one!)
i think she knew she was a lesbian from being young, had a couple of school crushes, started getting girlfriends as she got a lil older. realised she was ace when she just kept getting uncomfortable and feeling nothing when her girlfriends would ask to go the next step with her - thought she maybe just wasn’t ready, on her worst days considered that maybe she wasn’t a lesbian after all - but it was a friend that told her about asexuality and it was like a lightbulb moment! everything just felt easier and a weight was lifted now that she had the word for it.
soap is a menace for pushing her hairline waaayyyyyy too far back (arsehole) but god does he have fantastic dexterous fingers for helping with braids and locs. the repetitive motion keeps him quiet too so price and ghost appreciate him staying out of trouble while he’s occupied
when they go to gaz’s for dinner they know to bring their tupperware with them that’s for sure, she goes all out and simon manages to get the best leftovers no matter what - even price pulling rank doesn’t get him anywhere
oh stemme is SO CUTEEEEE 🥹 she absolutely has an appreciation and love of femininity, like a quick glance and you’d assume she was mac but there’s smaller details to her that show she likes that balance: the nails like you mentioned, maybe she likes to experiment with soft pinks in her makeup for nights out, pretty lingerie that contrasts her usual boxers and sports bra.
LOVE seeing you in my inbox birdy :’) your ideas are always amazing and i’m so excited to see what you’ve got cooking (in your new fandoms of course!!) <33
